crumbled and rolled

bitchin in the kitchen 10/16/2010

Filed under: silliness — paperslightertext @ 10:48 pm

for all intents and purposes i’m SOS
sauciness on the side, extra innuendo.
foil it, that’s a wrap. dodge the rain of boiling oil.
fire indeed hot! a flash in the pan, well-lubricated blade
irresistible to the endless entendre brigade

my poker face can not tell a lie:

he dug me out of the sand, led to the clams
by flotsam, emotional baggage churned ashore
by the inevitable tide of self-doubt

the thirsty should take caution not to drink brine.
though it looks appealing, it defreshes,
and though the starved will arm themselves
with nibbles stolen from plates
of those whose dates are in the bathroom,

the truth stands naked in your kitchen.
the fridge light illuminates it: hey! look! listen!


One Response to “bitchin in the kitchen”

  1. it’s almost like I was writing this poem to myself, begging myself to spit out the disgusting Wad.

    (cue tracy jordan impression) that’s a METAPHOR!

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